Saturday, April 20, 2013

running, walking, sitting, laughing.

Hope. It tends to sneak up on me in the most normal of moments; a welcome surprise.

It looks like this. Walking home from a run around Wash Park with a couple of new friends, the gorgeous weather speaking of lovely things to come, and life is full of possibility. Hope.

Sitting at a coffee shop, drinking a delicious latte. Sitting, watching Pearl Street through the window and feeling at home. Hope.

At dinner with old friends, bellies full of delicious food and laughter. I realize that I am completely comfortable in my own skin among these people. Hope.

Walking through my backyard to the door, smelling the rain. Noticing how it makes everything greener, and somehow new. Hope.

I love those moments. They are my focus and my fuel.

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